“There,” Adam growled, petting his hand down the sweaty small of Cooper’s back. He used his dick to push his cum into Cooper’s hole, then pulled out with a grimace. Adam picked the plug up from the bed, licked it until it shined under the overhead light, and pressed it back inside.
“No,” Cooper pleaded, thrashing against the sheets. He’d gotten the orgasm he’d wanted, but the denial of contact, of penetration…he was deprived of the satisfaction he’d truly been after. And Adam knew it. Adam was giving him exactly what he’d asked for and he loved and hated him for it in equal measure. Adam tapped the base of the plug once the neck popped into Cooper’s hole, then he stepped away and pulled up his pants.
“Come on,” Adam whispered, giving Cooper a slap against his ass. “Get dressed. We’re at a party.”
Cooper’s body lit up with gooseflesh as he crawled off the bed. His cock hung half hard against his leg, tender from the abrasion against the comforter. He arranged himself back into his jock and pulled up his pants, giving Adam what he hoped was a glare angry enough to convey his displeasure.
“You’re welcome,” Adam said with a smile. “Now you’ll be able to enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Cooper sucked his tongue over his teeth, swallowing down the list of replies that would have done nothing more than get him in trouble.
“Thank you,” he said instead. “Thank you, Sir.”
Adam grabbed him by the throat and spun him around. Cooper’s back landed against the wall, taking the air out of his lungs just as Adam slanted their mouths together. He could taste his own cum on Adam’s tongue, the remnants of lube from earlier. He tipped his head back and opened his mouth, making way for Adam to explore and claim.
“I love you,” Adam said instead, a hushed whisper against his teeth. “I love you.”
Adam kissed his way up the side of Cooper’s neck toward his ear. He kissed and sucked, pushing Cooper harder against the wall. It felt desperate and needy, and Cooper braced himself against Adam’s waist to stay standing. He tilted his head to the side to give Adam access to the parts he was after, his cock pressing fervently against his damp jock the more insistent Adam’s tongue became.
“I love you,” he whispered back, because it felt important, even though he wasn’t supposed to speak.
“It’s fine, you know,” Adam whispered against the base of his throat.
“What is?”
Clearly they had shifted roles and he was allowed to speak, because Adam wouldn’t have wanted that kind of statement to hang in the air unaddressed between them.
“Being with you is enough.”
God.
How had they gotten here?
Ten years between them and a thousand mixed signals and crossed lines of communication. Who was on top? Who was in charge? What did their relationship look like to other people? To themselves? What did the future hold? Whatshouldit hold? To Cooper, it felt like they were often on the same page, but never at the same time. How were they both able to talk themselves around to the same conclusions, but never at the right times?
“Adam.” He pressed his hands against Adam’s chest and shoved him back.
Adam’s face was flushed, his eyes dark and confused. “What? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong again?”
“What? No.” He shook his head, giving Adam a shove toward the bed. He sat both of them down and took Adam’s hands in his, well aware of the plug inside him, of their mingled orgasms leaking around the base of the toy. “You didn’t say anything wrong. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I was just thinking about it,” Adam said, “And I wanted you to know.”
“Adam,” he said again, raising their joined hands and pressing his fingers against Adam’s open mouth. “Stop and listen.”
Adam sighed, the flush leaving his face. He quieted, and Cooper took that for a sign to go on.
“You and I are so much the same. We’re just rarely the same at the same time.” He huffed out a quiet laugh and bit his lower lip between his teeth. “I asked you for time to think about this. I didn’t want you to change your opinion.”
“I thought about it, too,” Adam explained. “And I realized you’re what’s important to me. Not a ring, and not some paper signed by a judge. It’s you.”
“It’s you,” Cooper corrected. “You and me. Both of us. And if it’s important to you to get married, I’ll marry you. But there’s something else that means more to me, and I want to do that first.”
“What?” Adam blinked.
Cooper jumped off the bed and picked up Adam’s duffel from the floor. He pulled at the zipper in the inside pocket and pulled out the collars he’d had made. They were simple and discreet, looking just like chain link necklaces. Instead of a clasp, there was a lock, and the lock was formed by two interlocking rings. He sat back down on the bed with the chains in his hand, offering them to Adam.
“What’s this?” Adam asked.
